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  • ‘Wolfram’ Review: Warwick Thornton Deftly Reframes Painful Indigenous Australian Experience Through the Lens of Classic Western Archetypes

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    An experienced cinematographer before he turned to directing, Warwick Thornton has a feel for the Central Australian desert and the craggy MacDonnell Ranges that’s both epic and intimate. His refined sense of composition is directly informed by the landscape around Alice Springs where he grew up and his subcutaneous connection to it imbues his films with soulful beauty. Wolfram is no exception. A four-chapter saga of escape, pursuit and survival, the film, for all its brutality, ultimately becomes less a lament for stolen lands and stolen children than a stirring account of endurance.

    Family and community are the thematic foundation of this sequel of sorts to Thornton’s 2017 drama Sweet Country, again co-written by Steven McGregor and David Tranter. It picks up a few years after the events of the earlier film in and around the same fictional Northern Territory town of Henry, though all but two of the principal characters here are different. That gives the two movies the feel of a shared ancestral map, marked by overlaps and diverging tangents.

    Wolfram

    The Bottom Line

    Not without flaws, but equal parts haunting and healing.

    Venue: Berlin Film Festival (Competition)
    Cast: Deborah Mailman, Erroll Shand, Joe Bird, Thomas M. Wright, Matt Nable, Pedrea Jackson, Eli Hart, Hazel May Jackson, Ferdinand Hoang, Jason Chong, Aiden Du Chiem, John Howard, Anni Finsterer, Luka May Glynn-Cole, Gibson John, Natassia Gorey-Furber
    Director: Warwick Thornton
    Screenwriters: Steven McGregor, David Tranter

    1 hour 42 minutes

    The nominal center this time is Pansy, played with an expressive gaze and few words by the invaluable Deborah Mailman, first seen clutching her newborn and hacking off locks of her hair with a rusty knife. With minimal preamble or exposition, Pansy and new partner Zhang (Jason Chong) set off on a horse and cart for Queensland, their last shot at finding her lost children. She beads the braids of hair with seeds, hanging them on shrubs to mark the way, like a trail of breadcrumbs.

    Meanwhile, Indigenous child laborers Max (Hazel May Jackson) and Kid (Eli Hart) chip away at the walls of a tight mine shaft, removing chunks of the ore used to make wolfram (now more commonly known as tungsten) for their ill-tempered boss Billy (Matt Nable).

    A separate thread follows the arrival in Henry of criminals Casey (Erroll Shand) and Frank (Joe Bird), all mean attitude and swagger as they look to stake a claim in the area and prospect for gold. Ignoring the advice of the local storekeeper (John Howard) to avoid the back trails where they are likely to encounter “wild Blackfellas,” they head off in that direction. When they come upon young Max, left behind to keep an eye on Billy’s camp, Casey and Frank rob the camp and forcibly take the child with them.

    Once Kid discovers his sibling is gone, he steals a donkey from the mining site and goes after him, his exit timing helped by a convenient snake bite.

    Further off the dusty track on a run-down cattle station, belligerent drunk Kennedy (Thomas M. Wright) benefits from the virtual slave labor of his 18-year-old mixed-race son Philomac (Pedrea Jackson), the two main characters carried over from Sweet Country. (Philomac, then 14, was played by twins Tremayne and Trevon Doolan.)

    When Casey and Frank roll up, they pretty much take over, claiming they found Max wandering alone. Kennedy is oddly deferential to the strangers as they start antagonizing Philomac, whose suspicions about them are confirmed when he talks to Max alone.

    Just as he did in Sweet Country, Thornton evokes the Old West-style lawlessness of the time and place, particularly as sneering villain Casey and cocky dope Frank go from vaguely menacing to outright ruthless. Their heartless treatment of Black petty thief Archie (Gibson John), another Sweet Country holdover, shocks Philomac into action as the movie shifts gears into a chase thriller. Blood is shed in killings both horrific and gratifying. In the latter case, Thornton reclaims the dignity of First Nations Australians with a rousing image of strength.

    Much of the story comes from oral history passed down by his great-grandfather to Tranter, whose family roots on both sides — Indigenous and Chinese — come into play. That said, the narrative feels a tad shapeless at times and the plot turns — one surprise revelation in Part Four aside — often familiar.

    The number of significant characters and story strands makes it a challenge for the director and writers to settle on a focus and maintain it until the threads are stitched together. But even when it ambles along rather than races, the movie’s heart and integrity keep Wolfram engrossing, buoyed by sterling work from the entire cast.

    Pedrea Jackson, sporting an excellent mustache, is a standout as Philomac, contemplative, observant, simmering with indignation and longing to be with his people; Shand makes Casey chillingly contemptible, treating the Aboriginal characters like animals; despite her role being largely symbolic, Mailman is enormously touching, her grace and quiet fortitude standing in for countless mothers whose children were taken from them; and the young actors playing Max and Kid are terrific.

    Two Chinese gold prospectors introduced toward the end, Shi (Ferdinand Hoang) and Jimmi (Aiden Du Chiem), indicate the sense of solidarity among victims of discrimination. They become a key part of an affecting conclusion, which maybe ties up the story too neatly, but few will be unmoved by seeing people so dehumanized by colonial rule show their resilience.

    Thornton once again serves as his own DP, drawing texture from the rich palette of reds, oranges, golds and browns in the sun-blasted landscape. The movie has no original score as such but makes distinctively atmospheric use of Charlie Barker’s saw playing. The director has still not surpassed the poetic simplicity of his lauded 2009 debut, Samson & Delilah. But Wolfram represents a very solid entry in his impressive body of work and a return to form after his more uneven last feature, The New Boy.

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  • ‘Sad Girlz’ Wins Berlin Generation Crystal Bear

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    Sad Girlz (Chicas Tristes), the feature debut of Mexican writer-director Fernanda Tovar, has won the Crystal Bear for best film in the Generation 14plus section of the Berlin International Film Festival.

    Sad Girlz took the top prize awarded by both the international Generation jury of film professionals, and the youth jury, made up of teen voters. The Generation section highlights works for youth viewers.

    Tovar’s drama follows 16-year-old best friends Paula and La Maestra, both swimmers training to represent Mexico at the Junior Pan American Swimming Championships. At a party, Paula disappears into the bathroom with Daniel, her friend and long-time crush. When she emerges, La Maestra senses that something has changed. The incident will test the limits of their friendship as the two are caught between silence and speaking out.

    Alpha Violet is handling world sales for Sad Girlz.

    “With metaphorical and poetic underwater imagery and outstanding lead performances, this film affected us deeply with its humor, sadness, and realism,” the international jury wrote in a statement explaining its decision. “Addressing sexual violence and its aftermath, this film deftly explores the complex dynamics between two young women as they reconcile their emotions and friendship. This is an extraordinary, perfectly calibrated debut feature that is loving, loud, and alive.”

    Added the youth jury: “This film packs a punch. Calmness, uncertainty, and strength are conveyed in a powerful, sensitive way. The deep friendship and love between the characters is strengthened by support and solidarity. Each frame seems like a story in itself, conveying the overall narrative. The interplay of images, colors and emotions draws us into the story. The film asks questions, is complex and leaves room to find oneself, to tell people’s stories and to overcome problems. We found this particularly impressive and convincing.”

    You can check out an exclusive clip of Sad Girlz below.

    The international jury gave a special mention to Chilean fantasy drama Matapanki by director Diego “Mapache” Fuentes, which follows a punk kid who gains superpowers from drinking bootleg liquor and tries to reshape society. The jury called it a “vibrant and rebellious film [that] pokes at fascism and defies all limitations through its punk rock energy, playful direction, and gorgeous stop motion animation.”

    The youth jury gave a special mention to A Family from director Mees Peijnenburg. The Dutch drama follows a custody battle between two divorcing parents from the perspective of their 14 and 16 year-old children.

    “The film managed to make many of us feel seen,” the youth jury said in a statement. “The topic is one that affects one in three children in Berlin. Despite its importance, it is often underestimated because it is not uncommon in society. It is an incredibly well-written story that has also been brought to life in an incredibly captivating way. A masterpiece that deserves a special mention.”

    Full list of Generation 14plus winners below.

    THE GRAND PRIX OF THE INTERNATIONAL JURY FOR THE BEST FILM IN GENERATION 14PLUS
    Chicas Tristes (Sad Girlz), Fernanda Tovar

    SPECIAL MENTION GENERATION 14PLUS
    Matapanki, Diego “Mapache” Fuentes

    THE SPECIAL PRIZE OF THE GENERATION INTERNATIONAL JURY FOR THE BEST SHORT FILM 14PLUS
    The Thread, Fenn O’Meally

    SPECIAL MENTION GENERATION 14PLUS
    Memories of a Window, Mehraneh Salimian and Amin Pakparvar

    YOUTH JURY CRYSTAL BEAR FOR THE BEST FILM
    Chicas Tristes (Sad Girlz), Fernanda Tovar

    SPECIAL MENTION
    A Family, Mees Peijnenburg

    YOUTH JURY CRYSTAL BEAR FOR THE BEST SHORT FILM
    Memories of a Window, Mehraneh Salimian and Amin Pakparvar

    SPECIAL MENTION
    Allá en el cielo (Nobody Knows the World), Roddy Dextre

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  • Jafar Panahi and Independent Iranian Directors Decry State Violence

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    Oscar-nominated Iranian director Jafar Panahi (It Was Just an Accident) used a rare public appearance at the Berlin Film Festival to denounce what he described as an “unbelievable crime” unfolding in his home country, as independent filmmakers mounted a parallel campaign to spotlight artists killed and detained in a sweeping crackdown by the Islamic Republic.

    In an on-stage discussion with The Hollywood Reporter’s European Bureau Chief Scott Roxborough in Berlin on Thursday, Panahi said the festival wanted to retroactively present him with the Berlinale Golden Bear honor he won in 2015 for Taxi [the director, under a travel ban at the time, was unable to attend in person]. He said he declined, wanting to keep attention fixed on the Iranian regime’s violent repression of protestors, which has resulted in tens of thousands of deaths.

    “They wanted to give me the Golden Bear I had won for Taxi, and I refused it, because of the situation in Iran,” Panahi said. “An unbelievable crime has happened. Mass murder has happened. People are not even allowed to mourn their loved ones…The regime is forcing them into these acts. People do not want violence. They avoid violence. It is the regime that forces violence upon them.”

    Panahi has long resisted the label of political filmmaker, even as his work and his life have been shaped by the state’s response to dissent. The current moment, he suggested, has made silence impossible.

    “Artists do not want to be politically active by themselves. It is the regimes and governments that force them into political engagement,” he said. “Artists try to avoid being politically active, but socially engaged artists cannot stay silent about what happens in society. That is why so many artists, actors and actresses, and superstars have stood with the people of Iran and now face consequences. We have many artists in prison — documentary filmmakers as well. During previous protests and demonstrations, filmmakers were arrested. When an artist is silent, they are complicit in violence.”

    Panahi’s It Was Just an Accident, was written after the director spent seven months in Iran’s notorious Evin Prison and was inspired by the stories of the political prisoners he met inside. The film follows a group of former prisoners who kidnap the man they believe to be their torturer, debating whether to kill or forgive him.

    “I did not know I wanted to make a film about this,” Panahi said. “But when I left prison, when the doors opened and I walked out and looked back at the huge walls behind me, I thought about those still inside. It became a weight on my shoulders. After weeks and months, it grew heavier, and I decided to make a film about them.”

    To render that world authentically, he enlisted several of his fellow inmates, including political activist Mehdi Mahmoudian, to co-write the screenplay. Mahmoudian was recently re-arrested for condemning the actions of Iranian supreme leader Ali Khamenei and is currently out on bail.

    “Mehdi Mahmoudian has spent nearly a quarter of his life in prison. He had more contact with people inside than anyone else. He knew the torturers very well — how they think, what their ideology is. That was a great help to me.”

    In December, while touring with It Was Just an Accident outside Iran, Panahi was sentenced, in abstentia, to a year in prison and another travel ban, for “propaganda activities” against the government. He said following the Oscars — It Was Just an Accident is nominated for best international feature and best original screenplay — he will return to Iran.

    “Half of my existence is in Iran — my family, my mother, my sister, my brother, my son, my friends, and the society I work for. If I did not return, I would betray what I believe. As a socially engaged filmmaker, my duty is to stand with the people I belong to. A doctor can save lives anywhere. But my cinema exists there. I must go back and make films there. That is the right thing to do. I will return, 100 percent, because of who I am and because of my beliefs.”

    His remarks in Berlin unfolded alongside a coordinated effort by the Iranian Independent Filmmakers Association (IIFMA) to draw attention to artists killed and detained in the latest wave of repression. The association, founded in 2023 in the wake of the Woman Life Freedom movement, returned to the Berlinale with a stand, a panel and a flashmob on Potsdamer Platz.

    At a panel in Berlin, IIFMA board member Mahshid Zamani screened footage compiled from social media and material sent directly from Iran documenting the Jan. 8 and 9 crackdown.

    “Each frame captures the courage, hope and longing that define the Iranian spirit while also shedding light on the brutal realities imposed by a repressive, fanatic, Islamic, terrorist regime,” he said. “Tens of artists were murdered while bravely standing up for their beliefs in the uprising of January 8 and 9.”

    Zamani then read aloud the names of musicians, filmmakers, actors and other arts professionals confirmed killed or detained, asking the audience to applaud each one. Later, IIFMA members staged a flashmob reenacting rows of body bags in Berlin’s festival district in commemoration.

    According to IIFMA, the following arts and culture professionals have been killed:

    Ahmad Abbasi – filmmaker
    Shokoufeh Abdi – photographer
    Melika Dastyab – musician
    Pouya Faragardi – musician
    Shabnam Ferdowsi – puppeteer, graphic designer
    Javad Ganji – filmmaker
    Sorena Golgoun – musician
    Yaser Modir-Rousta – musician
    Sanam Pourbabaei – musician
    Sahba Rashtian – painter and animation director
    Foad Safayi – musician
    Mehdi Salahshour – sculptor
    Zohre Shamaeizade – script supervisor and voice actor
    Mohammed “Shahou” Shirazi – singer
    Mostafa Rabeti – filmmaker
    Reyhaneh Yousefi – actor
    Amir-Ali Zarei – musician, art student

    And the following detained:

    Dawood Abbasi – filmmaker and cinematographer
    Ghazale Vakili – actor
    Navid Zarehbin – filmmaker
    Kimia Mousavi – artist

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  • ‘Rosebush Pruning’ Review: Callum Turner, Riley Keough, Jamie Bell and Elle Fanning Serve up Shallowness With Style in Mixed-Bag Satire

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    The Pet Shop Boys’ synth-pop banger “Paninaro” is a tongue-in-cheek anthem to hedonistic Italian youth culture of the 1980s, its label-whore obsessions and its blithe superficiality. Fittingly, the song’s thumping beat is heard twice, real loud, in Rosebush Pruning, Karim Aїnouz’s high-gloss, pitch-dark satire about an American family described by one of its scions as mediocre, vapid egotists, who will never have to work thanks to a large inheritance. Fashion and techno music are the chief interests of the surviving members, one of whom dreams of Bottega Veneta loafers floating in the sky.

    The Taylor family left New York for the Catalonia coast six years earlier and have never quite managed to fit in, which is not surprising given the insular bubble of circle-jerk flattery that have built.

    Rosebush Pruning

    The Bottom Line

    Tart and amusing at times but leaves a sour taste.

    Venue: Berlin Film Festival (Competition)
    Cast: Callum Turner, Riley Keough, Jamie Bell, Lukas Gage, Elena Anaya, Tracy Letts, Elle Fanning, Pamela Anderson
    Director: Karim Aїnouz
    Screenwriter: Efthimis Filippou, inspired by the film Fists in the Pocket, by Marco Bellocchio

    1 hour 35 minutes

    Their late mother (Pamela Anderson) was drawn to the region by her passion for the architecture of Antonio Gaudí, while her widower (Tracy Letts) and their four adult children, Ed (Callum Turner), Anna (Riley Keough), Jack (Jamie Bell) and Robert (Lukas Gage), revere it as the birthplace of Cristóbal Balenciaga. The fact that the Spanish designer was actually from a town in the Basque Country on the opposite coast is likely part of the joke.

    Loosely inspired by Marco Bellocchio’s 1965 debut Fists in the Pocket, the scathing takedown of the bourgeoisie that put the Italian director on the map, Rosebush Pruning was penned by Efthimis Filippou. It has a close kinship with the deadpan absurdism of the Greek screenwriter’s collaborations with Yorgos Lanthimos on The Lobster and especially Dogtooth.

    The peculiar energy, creepy sexual vibes and deliberate acid reflux of Aїnouz’s movie will make it an acquired taste. Or not. What it takes from Bellocchio is primarily the outline of a dysfunctional family of four siblings with a blind parent — in this case the father, not the mother — a young man prone to epileptic seizures and a multiple-murder plot that includes a fatal clifftop fall.

    The objective of the killings, in both cases, is to free the adored eldest brother to break away from the family’s incestuous grip and live with the woman he loves. In the new iteration that would be Jack and his girlfriend Martha (Elle Fanning), whose introduction to the Taylors is one of many scenes played out with squirming discomfort.

    Given that he can’t see, the pervy father (neither parent is named) asks Anna to describe Martha for him, starting with her handbag — “Is it Bottega, or not?” he demands to know — and continuing with her breasts. Bristling with jealousy, Anna calls them “average, at best,” then proceeds to break down her outfit, judging the dress to be from a premium fast-fashion brand like Zara or Cos, and correctly identifying the luxury items of the handbag and a Cartier ring as gifts from Jack. No one mentions the term “gold-digger,” but they are all thinking it.

    Not even Ed’s bizarre “welcome to the family” spiel causes Martha to bolt. Hilariously, he reassures her that sadness and disappointment are only temporary by recounting his search for an impossible-to-find Comme des Garçons bag, which turned up online and was gone before he could iron out a credit card glitch. He wept for an entire day, but then scored an even better bag from Raf Simons, made of more luxurious leather. Turner manages to put across this supreme shallowness with total sincerity.

    (As a supremely shallow person who spends an inordinate amount of time and money scrolling through sites like Mr. Porter, SSENCE and Editorialist for luxury menswear markdowns, I have to confess I found this funny. Others might not.)

    One reason Martha isn’t put off is possibly that she’s not much different. While chafing at Jack’s hesitance to commit, she nods to the massive chunk of real estate porn with glorious sea views that they have just toured with the broker. “I’m sick of having to beg for basic things!” she huffs.

    Maybe this material — and certainly this knockout ensemble — could have delivered a movie with a less rarefied tone, if indeed the filmmakers were interested in that. But Rosebush Pruning is not funny enough to get away with its abrasiveness or make its unsympathetic characters palatable. The heady sensuality of Aїnouz’s best films (Invisible Life, Madame Satã) is somewhat smothered by the cold cerebral mischief of Filippou’s writing. It makes the movie seem counterfeit — way more Yorgos than Karim, but second-rate Yorgos.

    That’s not to say the film is ever dull. Ed likes to invent proverbs and sayings, and the title pertains to one of the more coherent of them — “People love roses. Families are rosebushes. Rosebushes need pruning.” The vicious means by which that pruning happens and the underlying abusive motivations for it provide intrigue. If you’re wondering why Mrs. Taylor’s teeth are so unnaturally white, don’t worry, a sicko explanation will be forthcoming, as will the nasty particulars of Mr. Taylor’s nightly tooth-brushing ritual.

    It’s a kick to watch Keough’s Anna in baby blue go-go boots get high on the sexual frisson between her and pretty much the entire family. She’s funny flirting with the politely distanced local butcher and complaining afterwards to Jack that he was hitting on her. Gage’s Robert is also no slouch in the come-on department, gushing over Jack’s appearance and enticing him by wearing women’s lingerie and doing you don’t want to know what else. (Marco Bellocchio certainly never had anyone chewing on his brother’s cumsock.)

    Bell and Turner expertly convey the charisma of Jack and Ed while also revealing that there’s something a little unsavory about them both. Ed is seen at intervals on a mic, practicing his imitation of Jack’s voice by repeating the words likely to be engraved on his tombstone: “Edward Taylor, 1991 to 2025.” Almost every bit of weird shit that happens foreshadows a later development. That includes the family’s monthly offering of a sheep carcass in the forest to keep the wolves that supposedly tore Mrs. Taylor apart from killing some other poor unfortunate.

    That’s one of many visually striking sequences shot by talented French cinematographer Hélène Louvart, its lush darkness contrasting with the dazzling color and light that fill the widescreen frame elsewhere. Matthew Herbert’s score is highly effective, notably in the first wolf scene, where it builds to a molto agitato orchestral hysteria. And Bina Daigeler’s costumes are a hoot, ostentatiously fashionable and expensive and sexy. (Gage scores the best fuckboy mesh shirt since Franz Rogowski in Passages.)

    The outcome of the family’s skulduggery, revealed over the end credits, should be a lip-smacking wicked delight. But there are too few grounding remnants of humanity in the characters to make us share in the shamelessly cynical pleasures of ruthless victory. There’s no shortage of stylish craft here and much to enjoy in the performances, but ultimately, Rosebush Pruning is too glib to work, leaving only an acrid aftertaste.

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  • Politics Take Center Stage at the Berlinale as Social Media Backlash Looms

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    The Berlinale has always worn its politics proudly. Conceived in 1950 by American film officer Oscar Martay as a cultural bulwark in a divided city, the festival was designed as a “showcase of the free world,” a celebration of artistic freedom meant to stand in sharp contrast to life just beyond the Iron Curtain. Over the decades, Berlin has largely embraced that heritage — backing Iranian protesters during the Woman, Life, Freedom movement, condemning Russia’s invasion of Ukraine and offering a platform to Ukrainian filmmakers in exile.

    This year, however, politics threatens to overwhelm the festival itself. In press conference after press conference, talent has found itself fielding questions less about their films than about Gaza, German state funding and the return of Donald Trump to the White House. What was once a forum for engaged — sometimes heated — debate has, critics argue, become a stage for viral confrontation.

    The flashpoint came at the first press conference on Thursday, when Berlinale jury president Wim Wenders was asked (by activist German blogger Tilo Jung) whether Germany’s support for Israel — and its financial backing of the Berlinale — compromised the festival’s freedom of expression. The premise: was the festival being muzzled?

    “We have to stay out of politics,” Wenders replied. “If we make movies that are dedicatedly political, we enter the field of politics. But we are the counterweight to politics.”

    The answer detonated almost immediately. Acclaimed Indian author Arundhati Roy pulled out of a scheduled Berlinale appearance, calling the jury’s remarks “unconscionable.”

    “To hear them say that art should not be political is jaw-dropping,” Roy wrote. “It is a way of shutting down a conversation about a crime against humanity even as it unfolds before us in real time.”
    Berlinale organizers said they “respect this decision” and “regret that we will not welcome her as her presence would have enriched the festival discourse.”

    Wenders was hardly alone in trying to deflect political crossfire.

    Honorary Golden Bear recipient Michelle Yeoh was pressed within minutes of her official press conference about the U.S. political landscape. “I don’t think I am in the position to really talk about the political situation in the U.S.,” she said, pivoting back to cinema.

    Neil Patrick Harris, in Berlin with the Generation title Sunny Dancer, faced pointed questions about American democracy and healthcare systems. “While I have my own political opinions,” Harris said, “I never read this script as a political statement.”

    Some embraced the politics. Finnish director Hanna Bergholm wore a watermelon pin in support of Palestine, at the press conference for Nightborn, her new feature starring Rupert Grint.

    “As grown-up human beings, I think we have a responsibility to speak up against violence and against injustice, because not speaking up is also a choice,” she said.

    For longtime Berlin observers, it’s not the presence of politics that feels new — it’s the framing.

    “Politics is always fair game,” says Deborah Cole, Berlin-based correspondent for The Guardian. “But there is usually some relationship between the subject matter of the film and then the questions delving into the views of the cast and the director as to how they see issues related to the film that they’re presenting.”

    In Wenders’ case, she notes, the question about German funding was built around the assumption that the festival was being silenced. “I don’t have the sense that free speech at the Berlinale this year is under attack,” she says. She compares the situation to 2024 when the Israeli-Palestinian documentary No Man’s Land, which chronicles Israeli settler violence against Palestinians in the West Bank, won the festival’s best documentary prize. 

    “Afterwards, you had politicians attacking the people who expressed their political views on stage. The directors, who had made the film about this subject. I found that to be beyond the pale,” says Cole. “This is not that.”

    She argues the shift is partly technological. “It feels like a mix of technology and activism,” Cole says. “The idea is to produce short clips that go on social media and often without context. .. If you look at the aftermath, how [the Wenders clip] was posted and talked about on social media, there did seem to a gotcha element to it.”

    Similars with Wenders, the “no politics” comments by Yeoh and Harris have been turned into online rage bait clogging social media feeds.

    The festival issued a statement late Saturday in response to the viral backlash.

    “As we enter the first 48 hours of this year’s Festival, a media storm has swept over the Berlinale,” it reads. “We feel it is important to speak out – in defense of our filmmakers, and especially our Jury and Jury President. Some of what is currently circulating takes remarks from press conferences detached not only out of context of the full conversations but also from the lifetime of work and values these artists represent.”

    In a statement, Berlinale director Tricia Tuttle noted that “people have called for free speech at the Berlinale. Free speech is happening at the Berlinale. But increasingly, filmmakers are expected to answer any question put to them. They are criticized if they do not answer. They are criticized if they answer and we do not like what they say. They are criticized if they cannot compress complex thoughts into a brief sound bite when a microphone is placed in front of them when they thought they were speaking about something else.”

    Tuttle added it was “hard to see the Berlinale and so many hundreds of filmmakers and people who work on this festival distilled into something we do not always recognize in the online and media discourse.”

    She reiterated that at the Berlinale all “artists are free to exercise their right of free speech in whatever way they choose. Artists should not be expected to comment on all broader debates about a festival’s previous or current practices over which they have no control. Nor should they be expected to speak on every political issue raised to them unless they want to.” (You can read the full statement below).

    Onscreen, the Berlinale remains as politically engaged as ever.

    The festival opened with Afghan director Shahrbanoo Sadat’s No Good Men, following a female camerawoman navigating life and work in Kabul — a selection with an unmistakable geopolitical echo.
    Iran, long a focal point of Berlinale activism, features prominently across the 2026 lineup. Mahnaz Mohammadi’s Panorama title Roya centers on an Iranian teacher imprisoned in Tehran’s Evin Prison and forced to choose between a televised confession and indefinite confinement in her three-square-meter cell. In Generation, Mehraneh Salimian’s documentary Memories of a Window examines the crackdown on student protests in Iran.

    On opening night, Iranian creatives walked the red carpet holding “Free Iran” signs. On Friday, the Iranian Independent Filmmakers Association staged a performance at Potsdamer Platz, with volunteers lying flat on the ground to symbolize those killed during the January 2026 protests.

    “It’s just here to emphasize the Iranian corpses left alone on the streets,” said IIFMA editor-in-chief Amirata Joolaee. “Most people were banned. They were restricted. They couldn’t go there to collect their own beloved ones’ corpses.”

    The political stakes are not abstract. Two Iranian filmmakers — Maryam Moghadam and Behtash Sanaeeha, whose My Favourite Cake won the FIPRESCI Prize and Prize of the Ecumenical Jury at the 2024 Berlinale — remain detained in Iran.

    In other words, Berlin is still programming political cinema and providing space for political expression. The question is whether the climate around the press conferences is beginning to undermine that mission.

    Brit pop star and actress Charli xcx, in town to present her mockumentary The Moment, with director Aidan Zamiri, lauded the festival for “not shying away from political films, from films that have a real social angle, from films by directors who really are visionary and have something to say.”

    “The very sad irony,” Cole says, “is that this can be one of the things that clamps down on free speech as well. People fear that they are going to be skewered on social media immediately, and so will either opt not to attend or opt not to speak at all.”

    If filmmakers begin to see Berlin less as a platform and more as a trap for viral “gotcha” moments, she warns, the consequences could be severe. “If it’s adversarial, and this adversarial targeting takes place,” Cole says, “I think it could be the beginning of the end of something.”

    Full statement by Berlinale Director Tricia Tuttle

    On Speaking, Cinema and Politics
    noted by Tricia Tuttle
    There are many different kinds of art, and many different ways of being political. Individual approaches vary greatly.

    People have called for free speech at the Berlinale. Free speech is happening at the Berlinale. But increasingly, filmmakers are expected to answer any question put to them. They are criticised if they do not answer. They are criticised if they answer and we do not like what they say. They are criticised if they cannot compress complex thoughts into a brief sound bite when a microphone is placed in front of them when they thought they were speaking about something else.

    It is hard to see the Berlinale and so many hundreds of filmmakers and people who work on this festival distilled into something we do not always recognise in the online and media discourse. Over the next ten days at the Berlinale, filmmakers are speaking constantly. They are speaking through their work. They are speaking about their work. They are speaking, at times, about geopolitics that may or may not be related to their films. It is a large, complex festival. A festival that people value in so many different ways and for so many reasons.

    There are 278 films in this year’s programme. They carry many perspectives. There are films about genocide, about sexual violence in war, about corruption, about patriarchal violence, about colonialism or abusive state power. There are filmmakers here who have faced violence and genocide in their lives, who may face prison, exile, and even death for the work they have made or the positions they have taken. They come to Berlin and share their work with courage. This is happening now. Are we amplifying those voices enough?

    There are also filmmakers who come to the Berlinale with different political aims: to ask how we can talk about art as art, and how we can keep cinemas alive so that independent films still have a place to be seen and discussed. In a media environment dominated by crisis, there is less oxygen left for serious conversation about film or culture at all, unless it can be folded as well into a news agenda.
    Some films express a politics with a small “p”: they examine power in daily life, who and what is seen or unseen, included or excluded. Others engage with Politics with a capital “P”: governments, state policy, institutions of power and justice. This is a choice. Speaking to power happens in visible ways, and sometimes in quieter personal ones. Across the history of the Berlinale, many artists have made human rights central to their work. Others have made films which we see as quietly radical political acts which focus on small, fragile moments of care, beauty, love, or on people who are invisible to most of us, people who are alone. They help us make connections to our shared humanity through their movies. And in a broken world this is precious.

    What links so many of these filmmakers at the Berlinale is a deep respect for human dignity. We do not believe there is a filmmaker screening in this festival who is indifferent to what is happening in this world, who does not take the rights, the lives and the immense suffering of people in Gaza and the West Bank, in the Democratic Republic of the Congo, in Sudan, in Iran, in Ukraine, in Minneapolis, and in a terrifying number of places, seriously.

    Artists are free to exercise their right of free speech in whatever way they choose. Artists should not be expected to comment on all broader debates about a festival’s previous or current practices over which they have no control. Nor should they be expected to speak on every political issue raised to them unless they want to.

    We continue to do this work because we love cinema but we also hope and believe watching films can change things even if that is the glacial shift of changing people, one heart or mind at a time.
    We thank our team, guests, juries, our filmmakers, and the many others engaged with the Berlinale for cool heads in hot times.

    February 14, 2026

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  • Basque Cinema Gets Its Goyas Moment

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    Ask any Spaniard you know, and they’ll tell you the same thing: The country has its own version of the Oscars, and they’re called the Goya Awards.

    Consider some of Hollywood’s favorite Spanish-speaking talent — Pedro Almodóvar, Guillermo del Toro, Javier Bardem, Penélope Cruz, Antonio Banderas — all of them have earned at least one Goya (in Bardem’s case, the most acting Goyas ever), taken to the stage, and spoken proudly about what it means to be recognized by Spain‘s Academy of Cinematographic Arts and Sciences in front of their peers.

    The 40th Goya Awards, set for a star-studded ceremony with Susan Sarandon — this year’s international Goya Award honoree — on Feb. 28 at the Auditori Fòrum in Barcelona, will spotlight an area of the country like never before. As the Basque Country continues to leave its mark on global cinema thanks to unparalleled film and TV investment in the region, its talent is arriving at the 2026 event with a record 45 nominations, up from 25 nods the previous year.

    Don’t be fooled — this hasn’t just happened. It is the product of years of hard work from creatives all over the region, including the Basque government’s culture department, its public broadcaster, ETB, as well as those behind Spain’s biggest film festival in San Sebastian, who continue to champion local cinema and burgeoning talent.

    “There’s a very healthy combination of institutional support, a strong professional ecosystem, and a generation of creators with very clear, distinctive voices,” says Goya Award-nominated producer Iván Miñambres about the Basque cinema boom over the last 10 years. “Internationally, the Basque Country is increasingly seen as a strong place to produce films and to develop high-quality projects rooted in the territory.”

    It helps, of course, that the region boasts a 60 percent rebate that industry professionals can claim on their productions, which increases to 70 percent if shot in the Basque language, Euskera. This not only incentivizes Basque talent to shoot at home, but international stars are being lured from all over: Catherine Zeta-Jones’ revenge thriller Hey Jackie and Nanni Moretti’s next movie It Will Happen Tonight are among the more intriguing projects to have recently shot in northern Spain.

    And it’s not just A-listers reaping the rewards of the Basque Country’s investments in the sector. Miñambres, for example, has scored a nod in the best animated feature film category for his work on the black comedy-drama Decorado, and tells The Hollywood Reporter that animation is a valued craft in the region. “Animation is recognized as a strategic discipline, backed by both the Basque Government and public television,” he says.

    ‘Decorado’

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    “It’s not seen solely as a cultural expression, but also as an industry, since these are long-term projects involving a large number of technicians and artists — mostly young professionals with a high level of training and expertise.” Grants are available for development, production and internationalisation, he adds, as well as a support network that accompanies projects long-term. “All of this makes it possible to take creative risks and to bring ambitious projects to life that would otherwise be very difficult to realize.”

    It’s this kind of creative freedom that has remained the driving force for Mar Izquierdo at Zineuskadi. Her business works strategically to promote the Basque audiovisual sector, partnering with every production output in the region and working with the Basque government to help facilitate co-productions, distribution and sales deals, as well as getting films a coveted slot at major fests such as Berlin, Cannes, and Venice.

    “People can do bigger films, and they’re losing the fear of doing the film that they thought they were supposed to be making, because years before, they were adjusting the film to the budget they had, and now they can dream and actually do the movie that they wrote,” Izquierdo tells THR about the strides taken for Basque cinema and its mighty film output in 2025.

    One of the buzzier films heading into the Goyas this year is Alauda Ruiz De Azúa’s Sundays (Los Domingos), which nabbed San Sebastian’s Golden Shell. Ruiz de Azúa’s Basque-language feature, following a 17-year-old who announces to her family she wants to become a cloistered nun, has racked up 13 Goya Award nominations — more than any other film, including those that aren’t Basque productions.

    Sundays is up for best picture and Ruiz de Azúa for best director. She tells THR that the history-making record is particularly meaningful when it’s awarded to you by your colleagues: “It’s given by someone who knows how hard it is to build a movie, to defend a movie, to promote a movie, you know?”

    When asked what it is that sets Basque storytelling apart, Ruiz de Azúa is full of praise for her fellow nominees, such as Jose Mari Goenaga and Aitor Arregi, whose drama Maspalomas will also compete for best picture. “It’s beautiful,” she begins, “because it’s very diverse, but also with a lot of soul. We are not so extroverted with our feelings when we make movies,” she says about the Basque people. “We really love to explore the emotional intimacy.” Miñambres concurs with that sentiment: “It’s a kind of filmmaking that doesn’t usually aim for spectacle, but rather for deep emotion,” he says to THR. “That allows itself to be personal, bold and sometimes uncomfortable, [and] that approach leads to very singular stories, films that truly connect with audiences and stay with them over time.”

    The region has been full to the brim with talent for as long as Ruiz de Azúa can remember, though investment in studios, tech, and expanding crew numbers has really bolstered Basque cinema’s strength. What she does think has made an impact recently, however, is the work being put in to showcase their films around the world: “Basque cinema [has] began to travel more,” she says, referencing her 2022 directorial debut Lullaby premiering at the Berlinale and Maspalomas‘ screenings at film fests in Palm Springs, Dublin, London, São Paulo, and Greece. “We are the first generation [to] travel abroad with our cinema.”

    Alauda Ruiz De Azúa accepts her Golden Shell at the 2025 San Sebastian Film Festival.

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    Producer Ander Sagardoy, whose films Maspalomas, Gaua and La Misteriosa Mirada Del Flamenco have accrued nearly a third (13) of the total Goya nominations for Basque film, calls 2025 “an exceptional year” for his fellow industry members. “It doesn’t happen every year,” he says. “So we are really happy.”

    Such is the wealth of production in the north of Spain that Sagardoy deems it important to differentiate between Basque productions and Basque-language films or shows. “A lot of production companies [are coming] from foreign countries,” he explains, “but also the rest of Spain are coming to the Basque Country to produce films that they could be shooting in any other place.” Despite the crowdedness and unending need for even more investment, the health of the Basque audiovisual industry, according to the producer, “is really good.”

    Sagardoy admits to often feeling like a cynic about the film industry, but even he can’t deny Basque cinema’s strength at the upcoming Goya Awards. “We always try to think that our films are not defined by nominations or by prizes,” he tells THR. “But the reality is that the industry works like this… It’s important to continue believing in ourselves, but also convincing to the rest [of the world] that it is worth it to invest in these types of movies,” he adds, saying all three of his nominated projects — one following a closeted elderly man (Maspalomas), the other a witch-hunting fantasy (Gaua), and the third a 1982-set drama about an AIDS-like epidemic in a Chilean mining town (La Misteriosa Mirada Del Flamenco) — are “quite radical movies.”

    And while Ruiz de Azúa is more than pleased with her box office tally for Sundays in Spain (a healthy $4.6 million), she also admits a Goya Award nomination is, as they might say in Euskera, tartaren gaineko gerezia (the icing on the cake). “It’s our Spanish Oscars!” she grins. “Susan Sarandon is coming.”

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  • ‘Lali’ Is a Proudly Pakistani and Colorful Film at Berlin, But Dissects a Universal Institution, Marriage

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    For those gray, dreary Berlin February days, the Berlinale this year is offering a colorful fever dream of a cinematic antidote courtesy of Pakistan. After all, writer-director Sarmad Sultan Khoosat, known for Circus of Life and Joyland, both of which were Pakistan’s official Oscar submissions, with the latter winning the jury prize at Cannes, is bringing his new movie, Lali, to the German capital.

    The story about a woman, who is considered a cursed bride, and her husband, who pretends to be possessed in an attempt to control her, is the first all-Pakistani feature at the Berlin International Film Festival, which has in the past featured Pakistani co-productions. And the fact that the fest will roll out the red carpet for Lali‘s world premiere in Berlin’s Panorama section on Saturday, Feb. 14, is only fitting, given that red plays a key role in the movie.

    Mamya Shajaffar, Channan Hanif, Rasti Farooq, Farazeh Syed, and Mehr Bano star in the exploration of marriage, repression, and trauma, focused on a couple whose relationship covers a whole range of emotions, from fear, shame and tenderness to desire, violence and superstition.

    Shajaffar plays Zeba, who is newly married to man-child Sajawal (Hanif) after having three suitors who ended up dying. She seeks refuge in two women, her feisty mother-in-law and a quiet, wise neighbor. Meanwhile, Sajawal is haunted by paranoia.

    Produced by Khoosat Films in collaboration with Enso Films, Lali promises to “release the suppressed forces that continue to suffocate many unions.” Featuring cinematography by Khizer Idrees (Manto, Circus of Life), the movie was edited by Joyland editor Saim Sadiq.

    Khoosat, who also made the feature Kamli, talked to THR about his interests, what inspired Lali, and where the film’s musical groove comes from.

    The story and inspiration for the film came to the director from an unexpected place, an actress he had worked with in the past. “It was a short story written by an old ‘aunt’ who happened to be an actor on my first-ever TV project,” he tells THR. “I worked with her, and I grew really, really fond of her. She played my mom on this sitcom series that I wrote. And then one day she just told me that she writes short stories. And she told me the very psychological stories they talk about. I’m a huge fan of Jung and Freud, and she said these are really stories about human needs and basic libido and the like. And I was like, ‘Okay, bring it on’.”

    When he got a copy of the stories and read one with a title that translates as “Black Blanket,” he noticed a cinematic quality to her stories. “They were really sensory and talked about sensations like touching, smelling, tasting things. There was so much sensory stuff, which was also sensuous, talking about desire. And she had a very accurate and very personal eye on Punjabi culture. So I read this story, and it stayed with me.” Khoosat ended up buying the rights to her short story collection. “It became the seed for Lali,” he concludes.

    ‘Lali’

    The color shifted for the movie, though, as the color red is a key theme of Lali, which also explains the film’s title. “It’s not a black blanket in the film, it’s a red blanket,” Khoosat notes. “Lal means red, and if somebody’s blushing, you’ll say that they have lali on their cheeks. But there are two versions of it, one uses a different alphabet. So if you change that, Lali also means sun.”

    In the film, the male protagonist also has a red birthmark on his face, “and children in the neighborhood would tease the boy and call him Lali.” All in all, after first considering a different title, “I let Lali be the Rosebud,” the filmmaker concludes.

    It also makes sense that red is all over the movie for another reason. “The film is based around weddings, and, for marriage and the festivities around a wedding in Pakistani or other subcontinental households, red is the color,” explains Khoosat. “I’ve never used red in my films before, because I’m very scared of the color red. My cinematographer would tell me, and my colorist would tell me that red bleeds so badly. Red is tough to color correct. Red is tough to handle. And so I’d never been fond of red.”The themes explored in Lali include social constructs and relationships, including marriage. “I am fascinated by the idea of how marriages are constructed into the social fabric,” he says. “My parents married multiple times. So, I saw how marriage is really like the antidote and the solution to so many things.”

    How did the director approach casting? “What happens in Pakistan is that our TV is huge in terms of the amount of productions that are made every year, and so most of the actors do come from either television or theater,” he tells THR. “Mamya is the only one who has done a little bit of TV, and she has done a bit of theater also. But very oddly, what really stayed with me was a little fashion film she had done for a boutique, a designer. There was something about this video in which she’s just dancing with abandon, just carefree, completely in control of her body, but not aware of her own body and what she was doing with it.”

    Khoosat continues: “Her audition was just stunning. There’s something about her. The first thing I noticed is that she’s not using the standard TV toolkit. She doesn’t have those pre-decided pauses and stresses and that fake articulation. The alchemy of casting is such a mystery.”

    For her co-lead Hanif, “this is pretty much his cinema debut,” the director tells THR. “Something about this boy, the way he behaves, and the way he looks, very much convinced me.”

    ‘Lali’

    Music by Punjabi hip-hop artist Star Shah adds additional groove to Lali. “We have this thing here in Pakistan sponsored by Coca-Cola. It’s called Coke Studio, a platform where a lot of young singers are brought forward, and they are given an opportunity to collaborate with other people,” Khoosat explains. “Star Shah did a song on there, and again, something about him and the way he spoke Punjabi, the way he sang connected with me. It’s very musical, meaning melodious, rap. He auditioned for a friend’s part first, and I felt this guy was really good. So I asked him to write his own song.”

    In the end, the director asked the musician to compose music to texts from his favorite poet, Shiv Batalvi. “So, all of them are original compositions, except for the wedding song that’s this famous, almost folklorish, wedding song,” and another tune,” he tells THR.

    Lali feels like it could travel around the globe, but its creator isn’t getting ahead of himself. “I do believe that cinema should have the potential to transcend language and cultures,” says Khoosat. “But I’m a huge believer that wherever it originates from, it must serve its primary purpose.”

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  • ‘Only Rebels Win’ Review: Hiam Abbass Brings Her Trademark Elegance to a Familiar May-December Romance

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    For her latest drama Only Rebels Win, Lebanese-French writer-director Danielle Arbid (Simple Passion, Parisienne, A Lost Man) dusts off an old filmmaking technique, rear projection, in order to get around the fact that she couldn’t shoot in Beirut due to constant Israeli bombardment at the time of production. The workaround adds a subtle but striking artificiality to the proceedings, making this otherwise somewhat conventional story — about a 27-year-old South Sudanese-Chadian immigrant (Amine Benrachid) and a 63-year-old Palestinian woman (Hiam Abbass, best known Stateside for Succession but a near-ubiquitous presence in Middle Eastern cinema) falling in love — feel more experimental and edgier than it might have otherwise.

    Programmed to open Berlin’s Panorama section, this soft homage to local German hero Rainer Werner Fassbinder’s Ali: Fear Eats the Soul, itself a homage to Douglas Sirk’s All That Heaven Allows, offers a workable blend of new and old, contemporary geopolitics and local socioeconomic tensions rubbing up against primordial, universal passions and follies. The mélange should play well for festival audiences but will have very modest theatrical prospects.

    Only Rebels Win

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    Convincing but conventional.

    Venue: Berlin Film Festival (Panorama)
    Cast: Hiam Abbass, Amine Benrachid, Shaden Fakih, Charbel Kamel, Alexandre Paulikevitch
    Director/screenwriter: Danielle Arbid

    1 hour 38 minutes

    For all its virtues, there’s something a little undercooked about Arbid’s screenplay, which doesn’t endow Benrachid’s strapping but enigmatic love interest Ousmane with anything like the dimensionality of Abbass’ heroine Suzanne. Indeed, most of the Lebanese characters here are more finely grained, even the minor ones who are meant to be bigoted straw men brought on to contrast with Suzanne’s natural generosity of spirit. Meanwhile, some of the more significant supporting players, such as Shaden Fakih as Suzanne’s permanently disgruntled daughter Sana and Alexandre Paulikevitch as complicated queer sex worker Layal, enrich the sense of texture with richly conceived characters that also upstage the less defined Ousmane.

    It all starts when Suzanne sees Ousmane being beaten up in the streets by men, he later tells her, who refused to pay him wages he was owed for manual labor or give him back his confiscated passport. A widow who lives alone in a spacious Beirut apartment block, Suzanne brings Ousmane back to her place to treat his wounds, and the two get to talking. She opens up about how she didn’t much love her late husband; he shares some details about his arduous journey from South Sudan.

    There’s clearly a spark there, and before long they’re dancing together, waving their arms about like a couple of 1960s hippies at a happening in the living room to a classic panty-loosener, Julio Iglesias’ ballad “Un jour tu ris, un jour tu pleures (No Soy De Aqui).” The transition to lovers is effortless.

    Given that Suzanne is embodied by Abbass, one of the most elegant actors of her generation and still a looker in her mid-60s, it’s entirely plausible that Ousmane is sincere when he praises her beauty. What a shame that Arbid undermines that by the last reels as Ousmane undergoes a substantial change in disposition, taking up drink — despite having first presented himself as a good abstemious Muslim — and generally turning to crime and licentious behavior. Presumably we are to infer that the stress of the societal disapproval he and Suzanne face as a couple once their relationship becomes known is to blame for his moral decay, but the motivations remain murky.

    The script is better on the bitchy, suffocating but often amusing world of neighborhood gossip as Suzanne gingerly makes her way around the racism of her friends and neighbors. Her two colleagues at the fabric store where she works, Lamia (Cynthia El Khazen) and Arsinee (Paula Sehnaoui), snipe and bitch about everyone like a couple of fishwives, so you can imagine the opprobrium that comes out when they learn Suzanne is seeing an African man.

    Arbid is persuasive about the casual racism and snobbery that’s marbled through Beirut culture for all its seeming sophistication, with Lebanese Arabs looking down on Palestinian immigrants, and most everyone prejudiced against darker-skinned newcomers. Sana, her brutish husband Toni (Ziad Jallad) and son Simon (Samir Hassoun) are just as bad. There’s a little oasis of tolerance at the local café run by Akram (George Sawaya), but even there snakes lurk in the tall grass. And the local priest, seemingly unfazed when Suzanne tells him she would like him to marry her to Ousmane, declines to help.

    The footage of Beirut streets, homes and cafes, shot specifically for this film, adds a distinct sense of place even as the obviousness of the rear projection creates a mood of heightened theatricality. The whole device makes this feel like a fable or passion play, a story as old as ancient tragedy and yet ineluctably contemporary.

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  • ‘Rosebush Pruning’ Producer Gold Rush Pictures Opens German Office, Taps Feo Aladag as Director (Exclusive)

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    International independent production company and financier Gold Rush Pictures (GRP) is ramping up its European presence with the opening of a new office in Germany, and has appointed award-winning producer-writer-director Feo Aladag director.

    The company is preparing for a raft of activity at the 76th Berlinale, including the premiere of Mubi competition title Rosebush Pruning, directed by Karim Aïnouz and starring Pamela Anderson, Elle Fanning, Callum Turner, Tracy Letts and Riley Keough.

    Based in Berlin, Aladag will work across development and production on both GRP-produced and co-produced projects, while continuing to lead her own existing production company, Independent Artists.

    In the new role, she will “contribute to shaping GRP’s European strategy, creative slate and production partnerships, with a particular focus on high-end, auteur-driven projects with international reach.”

    Gold Rush Pictures also currently has a deal with X Filme Creative Pool in Germany to participate in financing and co-produce three projects written and directed and/or produced by Tom Tykwer, following the two companies’ initial collaboration on Tykwer’s The Light, which opened the 2025 Berlinale.

    Aladag said GRP founder Vladimir Zemtsov is “building Gold Rush Pictures as a creative lighthouse and a place of clarity and commitment at a time when stories that truly matter feel more urgent than ever. His dedication to championing European auteur cinema and his uncompromising vision for bold filmmaking is truly inspiring, and I feel honoured to help build this next chapter for Gold Rush,” she added.

    Her credits include producing and directing 2010’s When We Leave and 2014 drama Inbetween Worlds.

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